WHEN???

When you look at me.
Do you see me?
Or do you see the crimes my four fathers committed against yours.
When you refuse to talk to me.
Is it because I said something unkind to you?
Or are you stuck on words of hate
My great, great grandfather may once have uttered.
How absurd it seems
For you to hold me accountable
For the actions of a murderess man I have never met.
I just want to know.
When do my crimes become my crimes?
My words become my words?
How many years have to pass?
Before we can bury our rotten decomposed hatred.
Well a day ever come?
When I freely choose my son to marry your daughter.
Without you being so stuck on her father.
I just need a time frame.
So that I may tell my child.
The day is coming.
When the blood will stop flowing
From Hargasa to Mogadishu
From Mogadishu to Djibouti.
When the word tribe and clan will be defined as belonging.
As oppose to exclusion.
I just need a time frame.
When will it be?
When?



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